# | Text | Tune | | | | | | |
d301 | Though trouble assail us, and dangers affright | | | | | | | |
d302 | Though waves and storms go o'er my head | | | | | | | |
d303 | Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble | | | | | | | |
d304 | Through sorrow's night and danger's path [way] [road] | | | | | | | |
d305 | Through tribulation [tribulations] deep | | | | | | | |
d306 | Time is winging us away | | | | | | | |
d307 | 'Tis a point I long to know | | | | | | | |
d308 | 'Tis good to wait upon the Lord | | | | | | | |
d309 | 'Tis religion that can give sweetest pleasures | | | | | | | |
d310 | 'Tis sweet to think of joys above | | | | | | | |
d311 | To praise the Savior's name let little children try | | | | | | | |
d312 | To the haven of thy breast, O Son of Man I fly | | | | | | | |
d313 | To whom, my Savior, shall I go | | | | | | | |
d314 | Today if ye [you] will hear his voice | | | | | | | |
d315 | Traveler, faint, and sad, and weary | | | | | | | |
d316 | Uncertain how the way to find | | | | | | | |
d317 | Vain, delusive world, adieu | | | | | | | |
d318 | Vain man [men], thy [your] fond pursuits forbear | | | | | | | |
d319 | Watchman, tell us of the night | | | | | | | |
d320 | We know, by faith we know | | | | | | | |
d321 | We shall meet no more to part | | | | | | | |
d322 | Weary souls that [who] wander wide | | | | | | | |
d323 | Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer | | | | | | | |
d324 | What if our bark, o'er life's rough wave | | | | | | | |
d325 | What now is my [our] object and aim | | | | | | | |
d326 | What seraph like music steals over the sea | | | | | | | |
d327 | What sinners value, I resign | | | | | | | |
d328 | What sound is this, a song [sound] through heaven resounding | | | | | | | |
d329 | What various hindrances we meet | | | | | | | |
d330 | What's this that steals, that steals upon my frame | | | | | | | |
d331 | When any turn from Zion's way | | | | | | | |
d332 | When daily I kneel down to pray | | | | | | | |
d333 | When darkness long has veiled my [the] mind | | | | | | | |
d334 | When for [the] eternal [heavenly] world [worlds] I [we] steer | | | | | | | |
d335 | When I can read my title clear | | | | | | | |
d336 | When little Samuel woke | | | | | | | |
d337 | When marshalled on the nightly [mighty] plain | | | | | | | |
d338 | When shall thy love constrain and force me to thy breast | | | | | | | |
d339 | When shall we meet again, Meet ne'er [more] to sever | | | | | | | |
d340 | When shall we three meet again | | | | | | | |
d341 | When sins and fears prevailing rise | | | | | | | |
d342 | When the harvest is past and the summer is o'er | | | | | | | |
d343 | When the infant spirit flying | | | | | | | |
d344 | When the quiet of evening lulls nature to rest | | | | | | | |
d345 | When the spark of life is waning [fading] | | | | | | | |
d346 | When torn is the [thy] bosom by [with] sorrow [anguish] or [and] care | | | | | | | |
d347 | Where are the dead, in heaven or hell | | | | | | | |
d348 | Where do children love to go | | | | | | | |
d349 | While wandering to and fro | | | | | | | |
d350 | While with ceaseless [careless] course the sun | | | | | | | |
d351 | Whither goest thou, pilgrim stranger | | | | | | | |
d352 | Who are these [those] arrayed in white | | | | | | | |
d353 | Why should the Christian waste in sighs | | | | | | | |
d354 | Why sleep ye [we], my brethren; come, let us arise | | | | | | | |
d355 | Why that look of sadness | | | | | | | |
d356 | With joy we hail the Sabbath day | | | | | | | |
d357 | Within the tented grove the followers of the Lamb | | | | | | | |
d358 | Woe, woe to the sinner who lives in his sin | | | | | | | |
d359 | Wretched, helpless, and distressed | | | | | | | |
d360 | Ye angels, who stand round the throne | | | | | | | |
d361 | Ye dying sons of men | | | | | | | |
d362 | Ye faint and weary travelers | | | | | | | |
d363 | Ye saints attend the Savior's voice | | | | | | | |
d364 | Ye simple souls [ones] that [who] stray | | | | | | | |
d365 | Ye wretched, hungry, starving poor Behold a royal feast | | | | | | | |
d366 | Yield to me now, for I am weak | | | | | | | |